I Produce Myself

a long and wordy road--good luck!

I produce my own albums these days in service of cost- and time-saving. But “Producing” seems too high-falutin’ a name for what I do; I prefer to call it—recording songs—“recording.” I can handle it because I usually know what I want to do in the “studio” (the big table at home where I plop down my laptop and my one all-purpose microphone and the “interface,” which is [if you didn’t already know] a machine or gadget whose existence I was forced to learn about, five years ago, when recording studios shut down because of the pandemic and I was compelled to record my ELO album [in necessary isolation] but when I first tried to plug my mic cable directly into my laptop I realized there was no built-in hole [in the laptop] big enough to accept the mic cable’s jack and that I would need to go through an adaptor-type gadget [the interface box]); usually I have some kind of vision, semi-blurry and intuitive as it is—and a producer can get in the way of my trying to suss it out without distractions and can complicate things by forcing me to try and explain what I am going for, when I often can’t explain it even to myself.